Seeking out the extraordinary is a recurring motif for Robbins, who is, sorry baby boomers, now 72, and the father of two adult sons (though he looks at least a decade younger). His extraordinary ranges from holding mayonnaise tastings to collecting strange socks to delighting in rainy weather. (“I’m the pope of precipitation,” he declares.)
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